This close, the flicker was impossible to ignore. Maximus' processor quickened despite his comfort, quickly searching for a way to confirm its insincerity. Though- his own optics brightened a hair at Rung's own words.

At least until Rung began to pull away.

His hands shot up of their own accord, making to take Rung's wrists and hold them in place. The great mech's face was a mixture of emotions, but abhorrence wasn't anywhere near.

Still, words wouldn't come. Instead, after a moment of stillness, he moved his helm forwards to try and find Rung's optics.